Is this a joke, well I can't laugh

and this hole thing is pretty half

It seems I lost my tounge in cheek

and turned into something meek

into a banishment state



So this last toast is not for me

It's for someone I long to be

Or maybe someone that I was

who never seemed to be this lost

who never seemed to hesitate



How come, I know much more

still being so unsure

Is this where I should be standing

Maybe it's better here

Maybe you are a square

who still gives love and understanding



Is this the garden that you mean

Well I remember grass as green

and not this dry yellow weed

This was supposed to be my creed

Even better is coming up...



If this is how it's gonna be

I hold my breath and hope to feel

a different voice I can rely on

another rule I can defy

There's just no point in giving up



How come, I know much more

still being so unsure

Is this where I should be standing

Maybe it's better here

Maybe you are a square

who still gives love and understanding